"Once upon a time.

There were three Brothers.

One, fearless and headstrong. His determination is his weapon, his vengeance is his compass. He is the eldest of the trio. He puts his values above all else. This makes him reckless and selfish. However, his willpower and his drive to never give up is an admirable trait in return. He hopes to find why he has lost something precious to him. Something that vexes him, his everyday life. What is this very 'thing'? No one knows, all but him...
But that simple thing that was taken, in turn, made him lose something else. Power. Stability. And feeling...
It filled him with anxiety during the night, and anger throughout the day. Despite this, he still operated appropriately to his duties, as he was tasked every other day.

But...something was different...about one particular night. He heard a whisper. One that, a Ghost-type may play a trick on another. Was this a sick prank? Or was it a road that he had been looking for so long? A path he dreamed that existed, but never constructed? Intrigued by its cryptic message. He followed. Like a curious child with no better knowledge...
Some time had passed. He was missing from the throne, his subjects feared it was a mythical-disappearance, or worse! An Assassination!  With their reasons chattering, and hearts racing. His kingdom was slowly crippling...Kingless. Without guidance. He had spent nights upon nights, tirelessly searching for his 'reason'. Although...he never turned out successful, he never gave up.

Within a month later. He realizes what his foolish decision may have led to. It...was haunting. Like leaving a helpless child to watch over itself, while its Parents were gone.
He could not rid this terrible feeling. So. He ignored it. He shoved it down to his inner pits of the forgotten. Essentially, he briefly forgot he was King.
Still, though. He continued this dreadful road. Later on, he meets some rather old faces. He is not joyful to see them again. 
He must have forgotten them like he usually does when he regards things as unimportant...

Shame though. The first one he sees...acts awfully like his second Brother?
No...it couldn't be him. He started walking his own way in his late-adolescent years. He is a leader of his own army. An army he only intends to use as means of protection, not terrorism. So who was this being? And why did he want to kill our traveler? Well. Rumor said: He was the cause of this sickness. HE'S the reason why the entire land of Rondai is crippling into poverty. First, it was Mount Myrkur. That has become a place of cultist rituals, a unnatural rising population for Dark-types to reside as their habitat, and why the Mining business ceased.
He is why Mount Virflame has stopped receiving their Merchants, which if you don't remember. Is a Volcanic region, is barely under the border, and home to Captain Axtin Hir. I'll leave out his last name, due to keeping the story interesting.

His clan refers to him as 'Dominic Axl'. He is a Fearless Warrior, Leader, and Father to all. Built his clan from scratch and raised a powerful family. He would be a proper adversary to the King, as their mentalities are parallel, and stubbornness coequal. The Mercenary thought he had finally cut ties with those War-driven Heathens. Godless....loud and vulgar. It could only be why they stopped receiving production, and why the King was present. This was the only conclusion he could think of.

Still, as oblivious as ever, the King disregarded his fellow's feelings and tried to walk on. But the Captain would not let him walk away from his folly...
After proving an obstacle. The King saw him as a threat. A blockade to his goal. Leaving him no choice of civil methods, he used violence.
The King was the first to draw blood. If he was going down, then he would make sure it would be the last fight of his life. And he wasn't..going down.
The Captain had underestimated his Lord's resolve. Realizing his mistake, defeated and bleeding, he begged for mercy, fearing judgment or punishment. The King was pleased with the Mighty one's submission. And let him go. After the long bloody fight. He returned to his venture. But, he still had one issue: His land was falling apart, and he had no bloomin' idea...

So the Captain asked to join his efforts. At first, the King was hesitant. He didn't need more to slow him down. But...then another thought intruded his mind.
Something...about his partner. Why did they emit such a familiar aura? It was like...the same blood ran through the depths of their fur. It...felt...like. Love? Or was it familiarity? Meaningless...
Onward with the path.

Now, this is the part where things really take a turn. By this point, the Kingdom is turning into a lawless city. Daily, there are beggars and widows, thieves and bandits. The Villages were primary targets of weakness. Slowly...this poor land. Was dying...
All because of one individual. One selfish person decided to get up and leave. All for what?
A thing...?
A two-day-walk in advance. They come across a spritzy town named Zuiqkun. It had a simple lifestyle, with friendly people, healthy business, and emphasized alcoholic beverages. There were at least 5 bars, multiple shopping districts with Food and Weapons. Blacksmiths, wannabe Jesters and entertainment around. It was never boring here. Why was this location important? Well. This remains on the Map of the Outlands.
A map created by the outsiders of the Map of the Border; the land that thrived under the Kingdom's protection.

See, anything that is in the 'Western to Northern Border'. We're under the protection of the Kingdom. If not. That needed their own little hierarchy. Their government was small and simple. Stress-free and resources are renewable. The King had never seen such a healthy place before. Its architecture was...uninteresting. But, everyone stood out. In their way of colors and size.
Bug-types tirelessly working in construction. Flying-types, making a business of their own, carrying those from place to place for a price. Fighting-types just trying to put on a show, everyone had their role.

As fascinating as their culture was. This was no time to stop to study. The Captain, indeed, was fascinated. But, he pushed his curiosity aside to follow his Lord's wishes. After sitting at one of the Taverns for a drink. He relaxed. It had been too long since he's had one...
Even as a royal. He rarely tasted Wine. As the King. None really knew him. But they couldn't help but notice his dark appearance. A weapon that could slay Gods. A Stone-Stare that broke blades. And an appearance that looked like someone fit for royalty! He was no doubt, not of their kind. He wasn't some 'Outlandish Scav' like them.
But he did not treat them like scum. He was respectful. Mild-spoken. They answered his questions, shared their stories, and drank with him. Something about this was...very pleasant. Whenever he ate with his family. No one...seemed...to be interested in one another. But this? It made him.....smile. Something that he has rarely had the pleasure of.

Although the Captain had this daily, since he has his own 'family'.
The King had to move. He needed to finish what he started. After thanking them and paying for the stress-relieving beverage. He went back to walking.
He kept the Town as a landmark to return to. He didn't want to go too far, as he had not had a proper meal or resting place. Fortunately, they did have resting places, or an Inn for the sake of your simplistic terminology. He went on for hours searching that day.
Until he decided it was time to rest. Properly.
He missed the luxury of a bed, fabric in his fur, and his feet warm. Nightfall was normally when he comes to life. But sleepless moons have given him insomnia. He couldn't ignore his usual adversaries this time...
His mind was becoming too fragile.

So. He humbled himself. And returned to the town. But, he came back to an interesting scene. A troublemaker was calling attention upon himself. The sun may have been setting. But another took this as a opportunity for a dramatic scene.
He was an Electric-type. Spunky and full of confidence. However, possessing too much pride. He challenged a large Pokemon. A Ryhdon. His size did not scare the Electric-type, for he had two Advantages. He wielded weapons. Not one, but two- but he would make an exception this round. Only drawing one, and his confident smirk of his muzzle remained a blade to his challenger's morale. He scoffed in pride and took his stance.
Confidence and cockiness.

The King wouldn't watch such a foolish act...
He would have to intervene, his traveling partner agreeing. Nodding before they took action. They-"

"Yeah right, like ANY of this would ever happen.
You've been explaining this story for the last two hours. Don't get me wrong, I'm getting a load out of it. And that mesmerizing voice too~. But the content is way too creepy...
I also like how you're keeping King Ursulas' personality, but trying to give him redeemable qualities..."
A voice interrupted. Quick, and light in tone. It was masculine, but lacked intimidating bass.

The first speaking voice only looked lower at the ground. They had a fire, in a more Grass-rich Forrest. It was the transitioning to Winter. For most this was preparation to hibernation time, or mating season.

"He is not beyond redemption. And I kept everyone as anonymous as I could. And their tales as accurate as possible." The husky voice replied. But the second just chuckled.

"Yeah, ok.
We clearly know that these 'Three Brothers' are just Ursulas, Ax' and me...
Like, I don't know how you knew all of this because it's way too accurate. That guy who challenged that Ryhdon? Yeah- I did that last week? And guess what? I totally whooped 'em-"
"You nearly lost your life. Your spine would have snapped in-half if you did not yield after being hurled into the dirt."
"Oh really!? Well, I'll take a near-death experience over cutting someone's palm off! Sounds like a win to me!"

"Your methods of sport and adrenaline-chasing are hazardous...not just to yourself."
"Oh, whatever! Ugh...I get enough of this from home. It's the exact REASON why I left that stupid Kingdom! My oldest brother wouldn't. Stop! CRITICIZING me for my mistakes! 'Bathe yourself!' 'You need to learn how to think!' Goodness! He thinks I'm an idiot, and it really...angers me."
The lighter-Male's voice expressing himself. He crossed his arms and huffed in frustration, averting his head away from the fire. But the first one? They only seemed to be saddened to hear this.

"Brike....your Brother never meant it out of malice. I know that...when one is angry with you. It all appears to just be evil words. But did you ever consider it? It was love? Your flaws were inconveniences to everyone. And he was upset by them the most, he was the most mature sibling. It's his job to be the most responsible and look out for everyone.
You may think he's good-for-nothing, but telling you what you do wrong. But listen to me."

The other voice said to the male, who seems to be the named Electric-type in the story. He slowly turned his head to the figure across the fire. And paid attention.
"He does love you. He is your Brother. Your flesh, your blood. From the very same Mother you came from.
And the same Mother nursed you...and him. You should be honored...to have the very same essence, course through your fur, just as yours does his. And when love is in the picture. No matter how much you bleed. He will always be there...no matter what."

The Electric-type could only sigh in agreement. He dropped his head and just couldn't say no. His arms remained crossed, however.

"I guess you're right, Tirmuskin. I just...it's hard for me to appreciate that when he's done it for 24 years of my life. I-i-i just had to get out of there! You know? Start my own life, 'be a man' as he keeps oppressing on me." He fumbled for words.

There wasn't a response from the other end. Just. Silence and the crackles of flames in response. Brike felt like he was ignored. So he asked:
"Did...does that-"
"Yes, I understand, Brike. I wish...
I wish I had siblings. Or one for that matter.
Every time I was scared... every time I got hurt. I had no...' bigger image' to look up to, you did. I had to be my own salvation, you've always had one. Who patched you when you bled?
Who slew your demons when you were frozen with fear? Who...helped you learn how to fight..." The deeper-voiced Male emphasized to Bribe.
Now that's a question that can't be ignored.

"It...it was him. My second brother tried, but. He never controlled his feelings. Short-tempered and emotional. But Ursulas? Heh...I guess I do take him for granted. Whatever trouble I had...
It. Was him. I eventually became tired of that. Because I felt he never just..." He trailed off, then completely disregarding the memory. He didn't want to get too much into the past. It brought up a lot of unpleasant memories. Ones he wanted to leave buried. The other getting the message, he complied silently.

"We need to rest. We are not nocturnal. And our predators will soon have our throats, if we do not rest before the second hour of Midnight."
"Alright. Heck-of-a story though. You think I can hear the rest of it tomorrow?"

"I may not be around. I move at very specific times. And travel certain paths."
"Oh. Well, it was nice being with you, cuz..." The Electric-type said with a bittersweet tone and faint smile.
The other smiled back. Their face wasn't entirely readable.

"I enjoyed my time with you as well, Cousin."
"C-....can I hug you?" Well, that was a funny one to ask out of the blue. It almost made them recoil and look up.
"You have more affection for me, but not your own blood?"
"'You're my blood' too, cuz! I only see you once a year! I... I miss you. I care about ALL my family! And when you're gone..."
"Brike...."

Seemingly, Brike's Cousin spoke up more sympathetically. Standing up and walking around the flames. Inviting him to stand too. And enwrapping their arms around Brike. It was pleasant, and Brike did the same. It even seemed like he moaned in sadness.

"Just because I'm gone. Doesn't mean we have to stop being family. Remember that."
"I.......will," The Electric-type muttered. Gripping his cousins's sides harder. Like they would leave forever. After a nice long hug, their faces met visual contact. They could see each other's eyes clearly. Even though the other figure was hooded and blended in with the natural-Green of nature.

"Sometimes you act like a better 'Brother' to me than...well, my actual ones."
"I try for family, Brike. I try."
"I...I love you, Tirmuskin." Brike struggled to say. And it went through with power.
The other figure closed their eyes and leaned their head against Brike's. And taking his paw into theirs. He was used to forms of physical affection, it was greatly emphasized in their family.

"Thank you for your kind words. Cousin..."

"You're welcome...
I know that title, 'Cousin' kinda sounds like that... distant-relative-no-one-cares-about. But me? I really care about you. As long as you're in the family tree, you're still family to me!" Brike chirped happily. Trying to make the situation a little less gloomy.

"I mention the title with pride. Maybe. When things get better, for me. I'll make it a priority to visit family more often."